We hadn’t really spoken about these things. Hadn’t had the chance, but she had mentioned wanting to repeat that ‘sandwich-style’ hug from the tattoo parlor, but had that been a joke?
Her brothers had only left last night, and hell, they might be returning if the emergency church deemed it so. We’d been busy keeping them occupied, as well as Ama, and when one of us was with her and them, the other had to go on runs—shorter ones, to warehouses all over the county and beyond.
Letting her take her time, make the first moves, hadn’t been something any of us had outright said, but it was just an organic step in the right direction.
Ama knew what she wanted from us, so we just had to wait on her for that plan to reveal itself.
I regretted that now.
Regretted it because I’d never asked her if she wanted us sexually, or just like a… Well, an umbrella relationship. She was with us all, we slept with her, but did she want more with all of us as a group? Or just individually?
Hell, could she handle us en masse?
I’d seen more shit in the clubhouse bar than most porn stars could imagine, but I’d never actually had a threesome. It made sense, though, that if I was going to have one it would be with Keys.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think the woman we might be sharing was Ama, but that was actually a wet dream come to life now that I thought about it.
Still, just because I wanted it didn’t mean Keys or Ama did.
But when I listened to her moans growing louder, wilder, fuck. I couldn’t stay in the kitchen, dicking around with a cooking game on my phone.
I couldn’t just listen to that and not need to be a part of what they were doing to each other.
Selfish, yeah, but hell, she could always toss me out if she wanted.
Stepping down the hall, I hesitated outside the door, then carefully opened it. Seeing Ama’s legs splayed out wide with Keys buried between them? Fuck, I wasn’t even sure if it was a fantasy come true or my own personal idea of torture.
All I knew was my cock had gone rock-hard and I needed her.
Keys’ back had tensed up the second I opened the door, so I knew he was aware of my presence. He didn’t stop though, didn’t react other than with the flexing of his shoulders. Ama had a forearm over her eyes as she let Keys taste her and enjoy her. I didn’t like the fact she was hiding, but I got it. This was all still new to her, after all.
She sounded so wet that my mouth watered with the need to taste her. But the way her body moved? She was a born temptress.
I shucked out of my cut and laid it on the dresser, then I ducked out of my tee and got to work on my belt. The rattle of the buckle had her hand moving away, and when she saw me? I swear that all the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.
Her hand reached out for me, and if that wasn’t a goddamn invitation, I didn’t know what was.
I stepped out of my jeans the second I could, beyond grateful that I hadn’t put on my boots yet.
As I crawled onto the bed, she asked, “Do you go command—” Her question got derailed when Keys, obviously not appreciating her distraction, worked some magic on her.
Rather than answer her, I kissed her, and with my hands, explored her soft curves and gentle warmth. My fingers ran over her tits, finding her nipples and gently rubbing them back and forth between thumb and forefinger. Twisting them slightly whenever she arched her hips, I gradually increased pressure until I was pinching them and she was bucking into my hand.
“Oh, God!” she groaned, eyes flaring wide as she climaxed. Her legs clamped down on Keys’ head and when he laughed at how hard she squeezed him, I did too, until she was groaning and laughing at the same time as well. When he let her go, she slouched back on the bed, her tits jiggling as she got her breath back.
“Do all guys do this?” she rasped, her eyes blindly staring upward as she came down. “I mean, I thought… I thought it was the other way around.”
Figured that Ink had warmed her up by going down on her.
I snorted. “Not all dudes are douches.” Even if I’d been a douche to most women before her. Jesus, I was a real dick. I should probably apologize to every sweetbutt I’d ever fucked… but now definitely wasn’t the time to be thinking about them.
“Just most of them,” Keys replied, kissing his way back up her belly and planting himself on top of her.
She reached up and touched his top lip. Her thumb rubbed along the moisture there from her pussy, and as she brought it to her own mouth, flickered her tongue over it and tasted it herself, I was speechless. I knew Keys was too. Such unbridled sensuality and ease with her sexuality wasn’t something I think either of us had ever imagined. Ama was pretty uptight in most things, so to see her do that?
I about busted a nut.
She hummed. “Kind of salty.”
“Sweet,” Keys countered, his voice low and husky. “Sweet like honey.”
Her eyes fluttered as she stared at him. “Can I taste properly?”
His nostrils flared as he hovered his face above hers. Her tongue darted out, tasting herself, then she moaned and joined their mouths in a union that had me grabbing my dick.
I wanted in her so fucking bad, but this was Keys’ show, considering he’d warmed her up… next time, man, next time, she was all mine.
As Keys tongue fucked her, his hips rocked as he pressed into her softness. I wasn’t surprised when he reared back and up, and dragged his dick out of his boxers—boxers we’d all taken to wearing to get into bed.
I’d seen a lot of cocks in my life. Not necessarily intentionally, but just… they were there. Someone was always fucking somewhere at the clubhouse, so I’d seen pretty much all of my brothers’ dicks at some point unless they had wives who didn’t like to get down and dirty at the compound.
So, I didn’t feel icked out seeing Keys’ bobbing dick. In fact, I watched as he grabbed a hold of his shaft and pressed the tip to her pussy.
“Condom?” I rasped, just in the nick of time.
“Jab,” she whimpered, and Keys groaned in relief.
As her juicy folds swallowed him up, I ground my teeth at the sight as he made love to her. I knew because he was gentle at first, and I knew we weren’t particularly gentle guys. With Ama, of course, shit was different.
He didn’t fuck her, but he didn’t look disappointed about not being able to be rough. He bracketed her head with his forearms and connected their gazes as he stared down at her.
His ass pumped steadily, not pulling any quirky moves, just letting her adjust. I had to figure she was tight as fuck and a little tense even if she’d only just come. When her legs weren’t burrowed into his sides and she released a shaky breath, I figured she’d calmed down some, so I wasn’t altogether surprised when he pulled out again and, shooting me a nod, rasped, “Ama, I’m gonna need you to get onto your knees.”
A whimper escaped her. “But I liked what you were doing!” she complained.
He grinned. “Good. But let’s not leave Saint out, yeah?” Keys reached down and grabbed her chin. “You ever sucked a cock before?”
I understood the gravel in his voice because, inwardly, I was just as outraged at the prospect of her sucking someone else off.
“N-No.”
“Good. You’re gonna learn today, ‘cause Saint is gonna teach you.” He helped roll her over onto the covers, hefting most of her weight because she was evidently very comfortable where she was.
My lips twitched when he slapped her ass to get her moving when she lay flat out on the bed. “I can fuck you like this, baby, but I don’t think you’re ready for how deep it is.”
She twisted her head to the side as she got onto her knees. “Deep? Deeper than before?”
He nodded.
When Ama licked her lips, I grunted and his nostrils flared—she liked the sound of that.
“Another time,” he rasped.
“Promise?”
“We got all the time in the world, baby gir
l,” he told her, and I knew he meant it.
Whatever it was that had made him hold back before, apparently the reins had been released, because he was in this. A hundred percent. I knew because he wouldn’t be doing this with her, wouldn’t be messing around with her if he didn’t intend on going the full mile.
For Ama’s sake, I was glad.
And for my own, I was pretty happy too.
Naturally, sharing Ama was taking some getting used to, and I sure as fuck wasn’t used to sleeping in a bed with three dudes every night—it was like a weird ass sleepover. But I could deal with that, and easily, because Ama made me want things I’d never wanted before. So long as those things were realized, I was good.
At that moment, I wanted her sweet mouth around my dick more than I wanted in her pussy—which was definitely saying something.
Maneuvering to the head of the bed, I sank back into the pillows, and watched as she twisted to face me instead of peering over her shoulder at Keys. When she saw my dick, her cheeks turned pink.
I grabbed my cock and held it at the base. I was leaking pre-cum and my balls felt like they were throbbing—fucking throbbing with the need to bust a load.
As I jacked off slightly to relieve the pressure, I watched her eyes follow the movement.
“The tip’s real sensitive, Ama,” I told her huskily. “I don’t like any teeth around it.”
Keys inserted, “I do.”
My lips twitched. “You got three different sets of lessons coming up then. I like mine sloppy and fast.”
“W-What does that mean?”
“It means he wants to fuck your face,” Keys grunted, covering her like a living blanket, and nipping her shoulder. She moaned and I had to figure that he was deep inside her, a move that was confirmed when he pulled back and she shook—her body surging forward with the thrust.
“In this, you ain’t gonna have to do much. But you’re gonna have to make sure you don’t choke.”
“I like it if you choke a bit,” Keys admitted on a grunt, slapping her ass and thrusting into her a little harder and a lot faster.
When she squealed, my lips twitched and I shot him a look over her shoulder, and saw he was grinning at me.
Fuck, it was a weird as hell moment to realize it, but Jesus, I was happy. So fucking happy that I could burst.
No, I’d never expected this, but now that it was here? I wanted nothing else.
When she dropped her head and flickered her tongue over the tip of my shaft, the feeling of rightness hit me even more. Rolling my shoulders, I relaxed my head against the headboard and settled in for the show.
Gathering her hair in my fist, I murmured, “Get some spit, Ama.” As she obeyed, she pushed it between her lips, letting it drip down my cock. When she fluttered her tongue along the thick vein at the back, I widened my legs and dug my heels into the mattress. “Fuck, that feels good, baby,” I growled. “Do it again.” And she did. Twice more until her spit was tumbling into my fist.
“Now, put your lips all the way around and suck on the tip like you would a lollipop.”
She didn’t raise her head, didn’t look at me as she obeyed. With some of my cock in her mouth, Keys thrust into her quickly, once, twice, until I was farther inside her than she’d expected.
Her nails burrowed into my thighs, but I liked the sting, and I watched as one hand dropped between my legs and began stroking, almost tickling my goddamn balls.
The muscles in my stomach rippled with the move, and fuck, I rolled my head back so I was staring at the ceiling, because I was about to blow my nut when she’d only given me a few licks.
Thanking fuck she was inexperienced and didn’t know a blowjob shouldn’t last a few minutes, I let her suck on me like the lollipop I’d just told her to imagine.
“Hell,” I rasped. “I’m jealous of every other Chupa Chups you’ve ever eaten if this is how you treat them.”
Keys chuckled, and Ama’s giggle, when it came, vibrated around my shaft, making me grit my teeth as I withstood the onslaught.
“She’s good?” Keys asked, his nails raking down her spine, making her shudder and pause in her ministrations.
“Very,” I rasped. He cut me a look as if to say, ‘Really?’ And I nodded, because fuck, maybe she wasn’t an expert, but my dick seemed to think she was.
“That mean I can let go?” Keys questioned, and I flicked him a nod.
When his hips reared back, Ama squealed then grunted as he thrust back into her hard and fast. That she hadn’t anticipated this was a given. There was love there in the way his hands worked her body, coming up to cup her tits and squeeze them in his hands. The way he nipped at her shoulder, sucked down on the curve of her throat. But he’d morphed from a lover into a man who needed to claim his woman, and I couldn’t blame him.
When one of his hands slipped under her, I knew the exact moment he touched her clit because she was off like a rocket. She almost choked on my cock as her garbled moans danced along my shaft, and when I exploded into her, unable to stand the torment much more, she gagged, and that swallowing suction as she sucked down my cum was exhilarating.
“Fuck,” I roared, almost in time to Keys’, “Goddammit, Ama! Fuck, baby, that feels fucking perfect.”
When the three of us sagged, our releases burned out, spent, we fell into a huddle of sated limbs and overheated bodies. I shuffled down so she could rest atop me, and when Keys didn’t pull out, I knew I’d probably get squashed under their combined weight, but I didn’t give a fuck.
As her arms settled around me, her lips pressing to my pec, I knew I was home.
This woman was meant to be ours.
I knew it in my fucking bones.
21
Ink
Scrubbing a hand over my face, I yawned then cut it off when Lucie glowered at me. I shrugged. “What? Ama’s had bad nightmares all week.”
Her brow puckered. “Really? I was hoping they’d—”
“They have cocks, Lucie, not endless prescriptions of Valium,” Flame replied for me, and received a cutting look for his pains.
Cupping the back of my neck, I admitted, “They’re not as bad—”
“Miracle dicks,” Dagger taunted, and while he was laughing, I saw the concern in his eyes.
“Not exactly,” I mocked. Things had been platonic between us for about a week. We hadn’t said a word to Ama, as we’d been waiting on her to make the next move. She was the one who knew when she was ready, and I wasn’t about to push her.
Maybe my name should be Saint too. I totally understood where he got his road name from now, because with any other woman, I’d have fucked off by now. But Ama? Jesus. She was keyed into my soul. With her, I had an endless well of patience, and if it wasn’t so unlike me, I’d marvel over it. Instead, I was just left metaphorically shaking my head as I tried to process why she had this much power over me.
“Anyway, fewer nightmares, but it’s hard to get to sleep afterward. That’s all.”
Lucie winced. “Well, I’m glad to hear there are fewer, even if I’m sorry it’s hard to sleep.”
I shrugged. “Not a problem.” I’d been dealing with this for two years, but this week, I was just more tired than usual.
Well aware that the ATF would probably return, we’d been shuffling our loads between four different warehouses.
They were all within a day’s ride of each other, meaning Saint and I were back every night, but with the stress of managing the council and the upcoming church, I was just more exhausted than I would be if our routine hadn’t been fucked to hell.
Shit, I hadn’t even opened Black Ink myself for a week. Ama was there, manning the desk, and taking appointments. She was designing for potential clients too, which she shouldn’t technically be doing, but hell, I was looking forward to getting my hand on a tattoo machine and making her work come to life.
It was going to be a treat all round.
Axe cleared his throat. “To get this back on track, we need to th
ink about opening another factory.”
Lucie grimaced. “Think that’s wise with them breathing down our neck?”
“Maybe not, but we sure as hell can’t use our old location. Not for a while. Not until the ATF gets over the hard-on they have for us.”
“What if that doesn’t happen for years?” she questioned grimly.
“It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve been on an agency’s radar. We just have to outmaneuver them.” Wolfe shrugged. “We’ve been lucky, and that’s made us sloppy. If it wasn’t for your dad coming down and telling us about what the Knights were dealing with, then we’d have been fucked. As it stands, we’re good, and we’re ahead of them.”
“Not exactly ahead,” I corrected. “We’re still up against the wall with what we’re doing.”
Dagger nodded. “The books are good, but losing those triple K’s from that last run has stung us bad.”
“But,” I countered, “we have a new deal with the Brighton Beach Russians. They’re interested in our merch.”
“Thought they shipped in from the motherland,” Lucie tossed down.
“Yeah, they do, but they said they were having problems getting them here. Something to do with the docks. Might not be forever, but I think it would be stupid to turn them down.”
“How many do they want?”
“A thousand.”
Around me, the councilors whistled.
“Yeah, that’s why I called church,” Axe said with a laugh. “We need to get back to full production.”
Wolfe twisted in his seat, dipping back so his head was on the rest as he thought the problem through.
“We could convert one of the warehouses. The one in Sandover contains most of the gear from the factory anyway.”
Axe winced. “That place is inches away from burning down.”
Wolfe snorted. “Well, after this, we’ll push it over. The guys will just have to be careful.” He cut Lucie a look. “Might be wise to just have your best men working on it. Shorter shifts, longer breaks, before getting back to it. Maybe we could even make a break room with beds or something?”
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